Mr Cotton takes my cherry (megaslut)

Mr Cotton takes my cherry (megaslut) Revised see entry for 10/2/03
[F4M][Mf][AGE][First Time Fantasy] [Teacher/Student]

It had to happen. A teacher took one of my stories while I was working on it. Thank God it was him.  He made me stay after class to talk about it.  He waited till everyone was gone before he said anything. ‘I could give it away to anybody of course, but why not an experienced man who will make sure I enjoy it?” He read and I blushed. “What were you going to call it?  “Why I Want To Lose My Virginity to An Older man?”

 “Melissa, is this something you’re just writing about or really thinking about? Because it seems a little dangerous and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“You’ve just proved my point,” I told him. “Boys just don’t care about that. They only really care if they get off.”
“But they are your age.”
“Girls mature faster than boys, you’ve said that yourself, in class.” I told him.
“Well, yeah…,” he agreed and I pressed on.
“Do you believe that a girl should choose who she does it with?”
”Always,” he said.
 “Well, I choose you,”  I said, “I already feel really close to you, y’know, since you hypnotized me.”
This startled him a little but I really wanted to win this argument and if he thought I knew what had already happened…
"Okay, you got me,”  he replies. "Lets say I take you up on it. Do you really want it to happen this afternoon in school?"

I said no, and we agreed to meet this weekend so he could take me to his place. I dressed really nicely for him in my black skirt and a silky orange top that set off my eyes. I wore white stockings and my favorite chunky mary jane shoes. He met me at the store and we drove to his house. I was nervous but he made me feel good by just talking to me like I was a normal girl, and not one of his students.
Once the door was shut, he took me in his arms and started kissing me. It was a little scary at first but he was a really good kisser and I got into it. His hands went all over me and his touch was just as good as I remembered it.
After a while we stopped and had a drink of water. Then we went into the living room and he lit a fire in the fireplace. We sat on the couch and started making out again. We kissed until I wasn’t nervous at all anymore, just excited.  He timed it perfectly, unbuttoning my shirt slowly as we kissed and the fire inside me grew. Each new thing we did, when he touched my breast or felt my legs seemed to make my excitement multiply.  Eventually he slid the silk shirt off my shoulders and I felt freer. I couldn’t keep my hips still so I stopped trying to. He seemed to like it anyway.

The room was getting warmer as the fire in the fireplace roared and I slid my tights off, feeling the goosepimples on my bare legs.  He sat up and pulled me to him and I wrapped my legs around him as we sat in each others laps. He ran his hands up and down my thighs as we sat. I looked at him in wonder as he slowly undid my bra, exposing my breasts. He just looked at them awhile, then his hands and mouth were on them and I stopped thinking and just felt. The fire on my left, his lips and tongue on my shoulders, arms, chest nipples and the warmth in my pussy.
“I want to be naked with you,” I said, startling myself.
He responded by unzipping my skirt and standing up. He lifted me up with him and the skirt fell away. I unbuttoned the rest of his buttons while he undid his pants and underwear. Soon we were naked, except for my panties and I fell into his embrace.  He walked me down a hall and into his bedroom. It was cooler there so we dived into the softness of the down comforters.  He laughed and kissed me again. “My panties!” I said suddenly. I wanted to be naked.

“I’ll get them,” he said, and his head disappeared beneath the sheets. I felt him kissing my body as he pushed me onto my back and it felt amazing. I looked up at the wooden ceiling as he sucked on my breasts and then kissed his way down my belly just feeling it all. Then his two hands on either side of my hips pulled my panties down and off me. Finally, I was naked with this man.

I expected him to come back up and hoped to feel his mouth on my nipples again, but he drove his tongue into my virgin pussy instead. I had dreamed of this ever since that night, but the reality blew me away. I felt like an electric wire was sparking from my pussy to my head as he went down on me.  I got frustrated and wanted to see, so I pushed the covers off of us and he looked up at me and smiled.
“Do you like this?” He asked and the vibration of his voice sent another wave of pleasure through me.  I managed to squeeze out a ‘yes’ before my orgasm took over. It was huge, but I still wanted more.

He was still sucking on me but I could feel that he was doing something with his hands. When he rose to his knees, he had a condom on.
“You ready?” He asked, sweetly.
“Ye-“ I cleared my throat. “Yes, I am.”
He pulled the covers around him and scooted forward. I spread my legs and I could feel his cock bumping against my thighs. It made me even hotter. He leaned over me and looked into my eyes.
“Are you really sure, Melissa?” He asked. “You only get to lose this once.”
I love him for asking, but I am now impatient to have him in me. I know if I look or sound unsteady or confused, he might stop.  So I make sure my voice is normal when I tell him.
“This is what I want. You are who I want.”
“Okay.” He says and kisses me again.

We lock mouths passionately and soon our hands are all over each other and all my nervousness is just lost in this tidal wave of feeling.

There’s no signal that I notice, no big buildup. He just rolls gently on top of me and the tip of his cock is centered on my waiting pussy. Another moan escapes me and I push my hips forward. He smiles and pushes back. It hurts a littlem but it felt so much better than it hurt, and soon all the pain is gone, forgotten, and I just feel fantastic.  He’s loving it too and I’m so grateful. This doesn’t feel wrong at all.  It’s so very right, it’s the opposite of wrong.  The feeling building in me is familiar but the intensity is new.

I’m using my hips to meet his thrusts. I look up at this man and he’s so hot. He’s sweating like he’s working hard but he has the most wonderful look on his face and I put it there. He’s not seeing me as a teacher sees a student, but as a man sees a girl---no, a woman.  Then his breathing changes and I feel his cock seem to jump inside me. He gives out with a loud groan and I know he’s coming.  It goes on a long time and I join in.

Then he almost collapses on me. He’s still inside me, but he’s shrinking.
“How do you feel?” He whispers in my ear.
I can’t seem to make words. I smile and kiss him tenderly.
After a while of just holding me, he gets up, holding onto the base of his penis and walks off to the bathroom. Naked and alone in his bed, I look down and see just a little blood on the sheet.  I feel like it should scare me, but it doesn’t.

We cuddled in his bed for another hour and then I had to get back. He kept asking me how I was and I kept telling him that I made the right choice. In the end he knew I was right.  I could feel him watching me walk away after he dropped me off. I headed home from the store that day feeling so free and so new--like a woman. Like a loved woman.